Atomictumor

Oh, oh oh.

I listened to that song to make me cry, just to feel it again. It builds, and builds, and builds, and I can’t relieve it without something to focus on. All my memories of BJ are too happy.
I don’t really see how I’m doing this.

I was going to mark this private and hide it, since theres nothing to comment about it, but I won’t.

—

I love you.

Life is beautiful, painful, bright, quiet, small, and magnificent.

I wish you were with me.

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